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so doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts what may befall him, to his harm and our's : Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forth with we'll send him heuce to Brittauy, Till storins be past of civil enmity.
ors. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall
..Son. It shall be so ; he shall to Brittany.
Come therefore, let's about it speedily. - [Ereunt.
SCENE VII.-Before York.
Enter King Edward, Glost Em, Hastings, and Forces.
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, and the rest ; Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, And says, that once more I shall interchange My waned state for Henry's regal crown. Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, And brought desired help from Burgundy : What then remains, we being thus arriv'd From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, But that we enter, as into our dukedom 7 Glo. The gates made fast l—Brother, I like not this ; For many men, that stumble at the threshold, Are well foretold—that danger lurks within. A. Edw. Tush, man abodeinents must not now affright us : By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. Aast. My liege, I’ll knock once more, to summon them.
Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.
May. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. A. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. Asay. Trrie, my good lord; I know you for no less. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom ; As being well content with that alone. Gio. But, when the sox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [Aside. Hast. Why, master nayor, why stand you in a doubt of Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. .May. Ay, say you so the gates shall then be open'd. [Ereunt from above.
Clo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon |
Hast. The good old man would fain that all were well,
As every loyal subject ought to do. AC. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we now forget Our title to the crown ; and only claim Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again ; I came to serve a king, and not a duke, Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. [A March begun. K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while ; and we’ll debate, By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone, To keep them back that come to succour you : Why should we fight, if you pretend no title 7 Glo. Why brother, wherefore stand you on nice points K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll Inake our claim, Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Bast. Away with scrupulous wit I now arms must rule. Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit * thereof will bring you many flicuds. R. *. Then be it as you will ; for 'tis my right, And Henry but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward’s champion. Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be hele proclaim'd :— Come, fellow-soldier, make thon proclamation. [Gives him a Paper. Flourish.
Sold. [Reads.] Eduard the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France. and lord of Ireland, &c. Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight. [Throu's down his Gauntlet. All. Long live king Edward the fourth ! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;—and thanks unto you all. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York : And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot + that Henry is no soldier.— Ah froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother 1 Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day ; And, that ouce gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Ea tunt.
SCEVE VIII.-London.—A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, wanwick, Clar Exce, Mont Aut E, Ex ETER, and Ox for D. War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
• Noise, report. * Know,
Orf. Let's again. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out : Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. j} ar. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Those will I muster up : —and thou, son Clarence, Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, The knights and geutlemen to come with thee :— Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st :And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well-belov’d, In Oxfordshire shall Inuster up thy friends.My sovereign, with the loving citizens. Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, Shall rest in London, till we come to him.— Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.— Farewell, my sovereign. A. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness’ hand. R. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate | Mont. Comfort, my lord;—and so I take my leave. Oxf. And thus [Kissing HENRY's hand.] I seal my truth, and bid adieu. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry. [Eucunt WAR. CLAR. Oxf. and Mont. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship 7 Methinks, the power that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine. Eze. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. R. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed “ hath got me fame. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity, bath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay’d their swelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-mowing tears; I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd : Then why should they love Edward more than ine f No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, The lamb will never cease to follow him. [Shout with in.) A Lancaster A Lancaster 1 Ere. Hark, hark, my lord ' what shouts are these :
levy men, and beat him back
wall. War. O unbid spite I is sportful Edward come t Where slept our scouts, or bow are they seduc’d,
That we could hear no news of his repair? A. Edw. Now, Warwick, will thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, knee ?– Call Edward—king, mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. JP ar. §: rather, wilt thou draw thy forces ence, Confess who set thee up, and pluck'd ther down 2– Call Warwick—patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have and —the king ; or did he make the jest against his will t War. Is not a dukedon, Sir, a goodly gift" G/o. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ' I'll do thee service for so good a gift. “ War. 'Twas 1, that gave the kingdoin to th: brother.
and at his hands
A. E.tw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War. wick’s gift. Jo'ar. Thou art no Atlas, for so great a weight : And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. A. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner : And, galiant Warwick, do but answer this, what is the body, when the head is off? Gto. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, The king was slily finger'd from the deck | * You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. a. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Gto. Corne, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down : Nay, when f strike now, or else the iron cools. jjar. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face. Tban bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. A. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend;
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Saall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
write in the dust this sentence with thy blood.
Wind-changing Warwick now can change no foore.
Look here, 1 throw my infamy at thee:
SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet.
Alarums, and Ercursions. Enter King EDw A R D, bringing in WAR wick wounded.
K. Edw. So lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear ; For Warwick was a bug, $ that fear'd us all.-Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Eu it. War. Ah who is night come to me, #. or foe, And tell me, who is victor, York or Warwick 1 Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, Iny sick heart - shows, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to Iny foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ranping lions slept Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spleading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's biack veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To search the secret treasons of the world : The wrinkles in my brows, now sill'd with blood, were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave f And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow 2 Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood | My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lauds,
Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glews iny lips, and will not let me speak. Conne quickly, Montague, or I am dead. son. All Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last ; And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And said–Cominend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have said; and more he spoke, which sounded like a cannon in a vault, Tbat might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, i well might hear deliver'd with a groan,o farewell, Warwick : Jour. Sweet rest to his soul — Fly, lords, aud save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Orf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power (Ereunt, bearing off WAR wick's Body.
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, That will encounter with our glorious sun, Ere he attain his easeful western bed : I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And, as we hear, marcll ou to fight with us. Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, And blow it to the source from whence it canne : Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ; For every cloud engenders not a storm. Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty .housand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; If she have time to breathe, be well assur’d, Her factiou will be full as strong as our's. A. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewks' bury; We having how the best at Barnet field,
Will thither straight, for willingness rids way:
And, as we march, our strength will be auginented,
In every county as we go along.—
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ue'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blowu overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, Aud half our sailors swallow'd in the flood. Yet lives our pilot still 1 is't ineet that be Should o the helm, and, like a fearful ad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, Aud give more strength to that which hath too much ; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock. Which industry and courage inight have sav'dt Ah! what a shame, ahl what a fault were this I Say, Warwick was our anchor ; what of that t And Montague our top-mast; What of him t Our slaughter'd friends the tackies; what of these ? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast : The friends of France our shrouds and ticklings f And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charget We will not from the helin, to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough wind say—uo,
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless seat
Oxf. Women and children of so high a
And warriors faints why, "twere perpetual shame.—
O brave young prince 1 thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee; Loug may’s thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories : Som. And he, that will not fight for such a nope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, 1s he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset;—sweet Oxford, thanks. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet bath uothing else.
Enter a Messengea.
**** you, lords, for Edward is at and, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. orf. I thought no less: it is his policy, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. Ous. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.
March. Enter at a distance, King Edwand,
K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stauds the thorny wood, which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, For well I wot," ye blaze to burn them out: Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say, My tears gainsay ; t for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Therefore, no more but this:—Henry, sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe; his' state usurp'd, His realm a slaughter house, his subjects slain, His statutes cancell’d, and his treasure spent ; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. You fight in justice : then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. [Ereunt both Armies.
SCEYE W.-Another part of the same.
Alaruns : Frcursions : and afterwards a Retreat. Then Enter King Edwa R D, CLAn exce, GLost ER, and Forces : with Queen Maag A R kT, Ox road, and Sox. eas kr, Priservers.
K. Ed tr. Lo, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castlet straight: For Sotnerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear the in hence; I will not hear then speak. Oxf. For my part, I will not trouble thee with words. Son. Nor 1, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Eremont Oxford and Sox forts FT, guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. A. Edw. Is proclamation made, that, who firls Edward, Shall have a high reward, and he is life 2 Gto. It is ; aud, lo, where youthful Edward carries.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook. back rather. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm # your tongue. Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. Prino, ow my duty, you are all undutiful : Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur’d George,” And thou misshapen Dick, I tell you all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. A. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [..Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [Glo. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with per. jury. CLA.R. stabs him. Q. Mar. O kill me too ! Glo. Marry, and shall. . [Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much. Glo. Why should she live to fill the world with words of K. Edw. What doth she swoon f use means for her recovery. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Clar. What? what? Glo. The Tower, the Tower I [Erit. Q. Mar. O Ned, sweet Ned 1 speak to thy mother, boy : Canst thou not speak 1–0 traitors : derers 1– They that stabb’d Caesar shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by, to equal it. He was a man ; this, in respect, a child ; And men ne'er spend their sury on a child. [it f What's worse than murderer, that I may name No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak :— And I will speak, that so iny heart may burst. Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals | How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd You have no children, butchers l if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd up reillorse : But, if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, As, deathsmen you have rid this sweet young
prince 1 K. Euw. Away with her ; go, bear her hence perforce. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here ; [death : Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death :